Two Steps Closer Pt. 02

NOTE: All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18+.

Will has learned by now that Myah's behavior toward him won't drastically change regardless of what's happened between them. After her visit in the night, though, he seems to get even less of her. She's busy with friends, off doing homework, running lines or rehearsing. There's no more footsie at the dinner table, no bathroom encounters, and definitely no unexpected appearances in his bedroom.

For a few days, her maybe looks a lot like a no, and Will doesn't understand. It was so fucking hot between them. He knows he made her feel good. Why is she bailing on this?

Nothing has changed, and yet it feels different--to Will, at least. Myah's presence is insanely distracting, even if he just spots her walking down the hall at school. She gives him a light punch on the shoulder as she passes, a sisterly gesture no one would question, but it drives Will crazy. He can't touch her, can't claim her, has to watch her move in her pack of theater kids, hugging and hanging on boys who might or might not be straight.

Of course Will doesn't exactly ignore the opposite sex either. News that he and Nikki broke up has circulated, and girls who previously kept a respectful distance now buzz around, flirty and available. Hailey, the forerunner, is in his Physics class. She's smart and super hot, and she's not subtle. Will knows she has a thing for him. After a full week of Myah's indifference, Will offers Hailey a ride home.

They stop to grab Starbucks on the way back, and Hailey gives him all the signals: touching his arm, tugging on his shirt, giggling, playing with her hair. Will feels a flicker of interest, sure that she'd hook up with him. It would be easy. They could date and fuck for a few months before they both went off to college, and he would have fun. Mindless, meaningless fun.

Then, in the corner of the coffee shop, he sees Gino. Myah's friend looks up and smiles when he sees Will's eyes on him. Will's stomach drops out, the ease of flirting with Hailey instantly converting to anxiety.

Gino will tell Myah he saw Will and Hailey together. Will can't explain why exactly, but he doesn't want Myah to hear that.

He drives Hailey home without making a move.

That night, when Myah is holed up in her room, Will knocks on the bathroom door. It takes her a moment to realize the knock is on the bathroom not bedroom door, but she eventually opens it, seeming perplexed by the sight of him. She's in her school clothes, nothing revealing, and Will doesn't know if he's relieved or disappointed about that.

"Hey," he says.

"Hey." She holds a book in one hand, her index finger marking the page. "What's up?"

"Nothing." He waits to see if she looks mad, and when she doesn't, decides to say something anyway. "I saw Gino today."

"At Starbucks? Yeah, he said." She sits down at her desk. "So?"

Will wonders if this is a test. Maybe Gino told her about Hailey, and she's waiting to see how he'll handle it. He figures transparency is the best way to go.

"I was with Hailey Krieger," he says.

Myah nods. "Uh huh. And...?"

"I just wanted you to know."

"Know what? That you and Hailey are a thing?"

"That we're not a thing," Will clarifies. "Nothing happened."

Myah squints at him. "You don't have to report to me who you're hooking up with."

"I know, but..." He massages the point between his eyebrows. "I didn't want to mess anything up."

She puts down her book. "You really think I'm going to turn into some jealous psycho just cause we got each other off one time? Will." The corner of her mouth quirks in amusement. "You have the right to do whatever, whoever you want."

Will knows Michael is reading on the couch downstairs, that his Mom is out with one of her friends, but he still wishes Myah would speak a little more quietly about getting each other off.

"That isn't what I meant," he says. "I just thought I should talk to you before I was with somebody else. I didn't want to hurt your feelings or mess things up between us. In case you wanted to..." He swallows. "To do it again."

"Ahh, got it." Myah laughs. "You're afraid if you hook up with someone else, I'll cut you off."

He flushes. "I'm not the kind of person who juggles girls," he says. "I don't need that kind of drama. I thought..." He feels stupid now. He's been unconsciously approaching Myah like a girlfriend, he realizes, when all she wants is a fuck buddy, someone to experiment with. And isn't that what he wants too? He just doesn't want multiple fuck buddies. That seems too complicated.

Hailey is fine. He'd date Hailey. But if there was another option, a better option, if Myah were the option...

Myah gives him a long, considering look. "You're different than I thought," she says.

Will feels the sting of humiliation. "Sorry to disappoint you."

"Not in a bad way," Myah protests. "A good way, actually. I thought you'd be..." She searches for a diplomatic word.

"A player?"

"Well, yeah."

"Because I'm an athlete?"

"And because you look like that." Myah makes a vague gesture towards his face and body. "I thought you'd be really shallow. Maybe a little dumb."

"Wow," Will says laughing. "I thought for a minute there you were complimenting me, but... nope. Apparently I look dumb and shallow."

"But hot. Don't forget hot."

He grins. They regard one another for a second, and he can't help but notice her pretty lips. No wonder they felt so good wrapped around his dick.

"What is it you want, Will?" Myah asks.

He doesn't know how to answer. He can't say any of the things he wants. I want to see you naked with all the lights on. I want to make you come so hard you scream. I want to fuck you in every hole.

"I don't know," he says. "What do you want?"

Myah considers this. "I didn't think about it before, but I guess you're right," she admits.

"Right about what?"

"The Hailey thing. It's cool if you want to be with Hailey, no hard feelings. But worrying about multiple partners and having to trust everyone is being safe--" She winces. "I don't want to do that."

"Okay." Will's heart is beating a little quicker. "I mean, I didn't say I wanted to be with Hailey."

"Then say what you want already."

He hesitates. "I'm only home another six months."

"I know." Myah leans forward and watches him with an intensity that makes him want to touch her. "How do you want to spend those six months?"

"Um." He doesn't know how to say it. "We could maybe... explore. Stuff."

"Is that your inarticulate way of saying you want to fuck me?"

He laughs and runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I guess."

"Okay." Myah picks up her book as though the conversation is over.

"Okay?"

"Sure. Let's, as you so eloquently put it, explore stuff."

Will's dick is already getting hard. "Tonight?"

"Nah. I have my period."

There's an awkward silence as Will thinks of the things she could still do to him while on her period. The handjob and BJ she gave him before could still be on the table, he thinks, wondering if it's rude to suggest.

Myah, as if reading his thoughts, shakes her head. "I'm not gonna blow you," she says. "You've already come three times to my once. It can't always be about you."

"Three?" Will folds his arms. "You can't count the time in the kitchen."

"Oh, I can't?" Myah adopts a lawyerly tone as she addresses him. "True or false: you used my ass to pleasure yourself in the kitchen, and you succeeded in doing so."

"Well... true," he concedes.

"Then my math checks out, and you're ahead three to one. If anything, I'd say you owe me an orgasm or two."

"Alright." Will licks his lips. "I can do that."

Myah grins. "I know you can. And as soon as my period ends, I'll let you."

*

The next few days are an agony for Will. He googles the average length of a period, although he has no idea when Myah's started. He watches videos of moaning girls getting fucked from various positions, and carefully considers the real life mechanics. Girls in porn always seem to enjoy it, but he's not sure how much is real versus performance, so to cover his bases he watches a sex therapist's videos on how to satisfy a woman. It's hella nerdy--the kind of thing he suspects Myah might do--but he sure as fuck can't ask Michael, and his guy friends don't have anything useful to impart when it comes to female pleasure.

He can't stop thinking about Myah, and yet it still surprises him when she finally summons him.

It's just past seven in the morning, and he's supposed to be driving them both to school in ten minutes. Their parents are down at the breakfast nook, sipping coffee. Will, in the bathroom, slaps on some deodorant and is ruffling his hair when Myah enters. Before Will can register what's going on, her hand closes around his shirt, tugging him towards her room.

"Now," she says.

"Now what?"

"Make me feel good." Her dark eyes flash as they meet his. "Let's even up the score."

Will stands stupidly for a second, processing this, but he does not need to be told twice. He follows her swiftly into her room and watches her lock the door. They move toward her bed. All the while, his mind is racing, calculating how much time they have, how to keep his mother and Michael from getting suspicious, the most efficient way to get her off.

Will wants to undress her completely, to really see her body, but there isn't time for that. Build desire, the sex therapist said, and so Will kisses her, feeling like he's embarking on the best homework assignment of his life. Their mouths are the same minty flavor of toothpaste as their tongues touch. His hands stroke her tits, wishing there was more time to linger. But there isn't, so he unbuttons and unzips her jeans.

Dropping to his knees, he eases her pants around her hips and the curve of her ass, and slides them down to her ankles. Her panties are see-through turquoise lace today, none of that innocent cotton stuff she had on when they fooled around in the dark. She must've bought these panties with her own money, he thinks, because there is no way in hell Michael would finance something that fucking sexy.

Will can see the dark, trim strip of her bush through her panties, and that turns him on. Impulsively, he puts his nose to the triangle between her legs and inhales her. Maybe it's pheromones or maybe it's just Myah, but that musky scent makes him want to fuck her senseless.

Not this morning, he tells himself. This one is for Myah. None of this three to one bullshit. Myah's right. Fair is fair. He has a job to do.

Still on his knees, Will puts a hand gently between her legs and rubs slightly against the fabric of her panties. Myah leans back against the bed, parting her legs a little wider. He rubs her with the side of his hand, harder. Their eyes meet, and she runs her fingers through his hair. He peels back her panties, little by little, still rubbing her. Myah's hand begins to tighten on his hair. He hears her breathing change ever-so-slightly, and then the panties are down, down, off, and Will is pushing her back onto the bed.

He's startled by how vulnerable she looks lying there, gazing up at him with her pussy exposed.

"Can I go down on you?" he whispers.

"Please," she says.

He kneels on the floor so that her pussy is level with his face. Her legs drape over his shoulders. He takes a good look at her, the demure line of hair leading to her pussy lips, the pink folds inside peeking out, already juicy. And that heady smell, God.

He puts his head between her legs.

Time is limited, but he doesn't want it to feel hurried. He licks the lips of her pussy, not parting them yet, just teasing, kissing them. He bites the inside of her thigh. Myah arches her back and makes a barely audible hnh sound. They both know they have to be quiet.

Will dips his tongue in between her pussy lips. He licks her softly, so softly. Myah's legs tense on his shoulders, bracing themselves. He parts her lips with his fingers and gently presses his tongue to her clit, barely moving against her. Myah seems into this, like she wants more. She begins to rock against his face.

"Myah?" Michael's voice comes suddenly from the hallway. "Will? Are you guys ready to go?"

Will starts to pull away, but Myah's thighs clasp onto his head, holding him in place.

"Don't you dare stop," she whispers. She calls out a hasty excuse to Michael. "I told Will I need a few minutes!" she calls. "I forgot to submit a homework assignment!" The urgency in her voice could credibly pass for someone scrambling to send in an assignment, not someone breathless because her stepbrother's head is buried in her pussy.

"You gotta work on that time management, kiddo," Michael says, a note of clear disapproval in his voice, and then his footsteps retreat through the hall.

Will pushes aside his worries about Michael, and resumes eating her out. This girl is going to come for him, however long it takes.

He works her clit with his tongue, keeping it light, so she's the one seeking him. She presses her pussy to his face like she needs it. Will keeps sucking her as he works two fingers inside her. Myah responds immediately. With each thrust of his fingers, she lifts her pussy to receive them deeper. It's the same magic combo that got her off before, sucking and finger fucking, and after a few minutes, her breath stops and her body begins to shudder against him.

Will feels like he's won a prize.

He keeps sucking her, trying to draw her orgasm out, until Myah eventually pulls away, gasping for air, spent. He unhooks her legs from his shoulders and stands up. She's splayed on the bed, pantsless, her hair messed, her face flushed, smiling contentedly. Will can't help himself. He falls on top of her, kissing her.

"You look really hot," he murmurs and runs his teeth across her neck. He couldn't give a shit about school or Michael or his mother now. He just wants to fuck her, not with his fingers but with his dick, which is so hard it hurts.

"We have to go," Myah tells him. "My dad's gonna be up my ass about getting to school."

Will wants to be up her ass, literally, but he can see her point about Michael.

"After school, then," he says. "They won't be home, and I don't have practice."

"But I do," she says.

"Fuuuuck," Will breathes. "You're gonna make me wait?"

Myah slips her tongue in his mouth and gives him a slow kiss that only tortures him further.

"I'll be home tonight," she says, rolling him off of her with a smile. "And it's Friday. They'll be out on a date night."

He watches her stand up, noting for the first time the insanely hot curves of her bare ass before she steps back into her panties. Where was she hiding that thing all this time?

Will grabs her by the ass cheeks and pulls her back onto the bed. Myah laughs, trying to get up, but Will catches her by the hips and brings her pussy, now tragically covered by her panties, down to his face.

"Don't leave me," he groans into the thin fabric between her legs. "Stay."

Myah pauses for a moment, as if tempted, then wriggles away. She puts a hand over the massive boner he has and strokes it consolingly with her thumb.

"To be continued," she says.

*

The day is exquisitely awful. Will can't focus on anything, but he can't let himself think about Myah, either, or he'll get way too excited right there in school. He seriously considers jerking off in the bathroom, but when he goes inside, someone's taking a particularly noisy shit in the stall next to him, and he just can't.

In Physics, Hailey flirts outrageously with him, emboldened by their hangout the day before. Will tries to be playful but non-committal with her, though Hailey has ceased to interest him. Let people say he's a player, an asshole. That's better than them knowing what he's really into.

He sees Myah once, at lunch, and pulls her aside. "When does your rehearsal end?"

"Five, five thirty," she says.

"I'll pick you up."

She smirks. "That's so helpful of you."

"I'm a helpful guy."

"Oh, I've noticed."

He grins. "I helped you out this morning, didn't I?"

"Definitely. It was a real damsel-in-distress situation, and you delivered."

"Three to two," he says. "You're catching up."

Myah shrugs and walks away. "We'll see how long that lasts," she calls over her shoulder.

Will isn't aware of how big he is smiling until Kayden elbows him. "Dude, what did Myah say to you? You're cheesing so hard."

Will shakes his head. "Just... making fun of our parents," he says. "She does a really good impression of my mom."

Myah does, in fact, do a really good impression of Will's mom, which makes the lie easier. Still, he realizes he has to be more careful. Kayden and the rest of his friends already make the occasional stepsister joke just because they're guys. He can't give them anything to work with.

The day crawls along. Will goes to the gym after school to burn off sexual frustration. His efforts are met with minimal success. He drives home for a shower, fantasizing about Myah being in there with him. Thank God it's Friday and they'll be rid of his mom and Michael for the evening. He and Myah should have the place to themselves for at least a couple hours.

He walks listlessly through the rooms, imagining all the places he might bang her. The kitchen counter. Michael's expensive leather couch. The hot tub out back.

He's grabbing a snack and knocking back some green juice, when he hears the garage door open. Michael and his mom come in together holding hands, both obviously in a good mood.

"You're home," Will says, trying not to betray his dismay.

"We took the afternoon off work," his mother says. "Had a late lunch and caught a movie." She and Michael share a quick, private smile that means they also had sex. Will is too preoccupied to be grossed out.

"So... are you going out tonight?" Will asks.

"Nah. We had our date night early. We're going to hang at home," Michael says. "Feel free to invite friends over, though."

There is no way Will's staying in the house if they're home keeping an eye on things. His mother will probably try to make them do a family activity or something.

"I think I'm going out, actually," he says.

"With?" His mother gives him a look, as though he can't possibly get away with such a vague statement of his plans.

"Kayden and I are probably just going to play video games."

"Is Myah still at her rehearsal?" Michael asks.

"Yeah," Will replies. "I think she's going out with some kids after, though."

Michael frowns. "She didn't tell me that."

Will shrugs as though the matter does not concern him. "She'll probably text you when her rehearsal gets out, I don't know." He glances at his phone. It's 4:45. He'll have to remind Myah to text Michael, and then they'll figure somewhere they can go together. On the plus side, it gets dark early, so anywhere outdoors should be pretty safe. On the minus side, it's February and fucking freezing. They're probably going to end up messing around in the car.

Will shows up at the auditorium at five o'clock exactly to collect Myah. She's still in her rehearsal, so he lingers by the door, watching Myah and two other students onstage. They move through a series of movements, working out the blocking for a scene. It's the one-act play that Myah has told him about, and the physical comedy has to be precise. At one point the director--also a student--hops onto the stage, pointing and readjusting where each actor stands.

Myah listens intently and then offers her own suggestions. She looks so competent, Will thinks, asking questions and then demonstrating her idea with a fellow actor. The director has them try it out, and then claps excitedly when it works.

Finally, at about five-thirty, Myah is dismissed. She's surprised to see Will waiting for her, as if she'd forgotten entirely about him.

"Have you been here long?" she asks.

"It's fine," he says honestly. "I liked watching you."

Myah puts on her coat and slings her book bag over one shoulder. "Did the parents leave yet?"

"Nope. They decided to stay in tonight."

She grimaces. "Guess we're waiting for them to go bed, then."

"No," he says, almost begging. "I'm not waiting another five hours. We can go somewhere else. I already told your dad you were hanging out with people after rehearsal. You just have to text him."

Myah laughs. "Planning ahead."

"Yup."

"Where do you want to go?"

Will shakes his head. "The woods? The lake? Or just stay in the car?"

She glances back at the director, a girl named Danielle who Will now recognizes from his Chem class last year. "Let me try something," Myah says. "Follow my lead."

They hang around the auditorium, helping Danielle turn out the lights and lock up, and then walk out to the student parking lot in step with her. It's dark and chilly, but the streetlights are on. The girls chatters amiably about the play. As Danielle reaches to open her car door, Myah gasps.

"Oh shit!" She clasps her hand to her mouth. "Danielle, I am so sorry. I just realized I left my phone in the tech booth when you were programming sound cues earlier."

Danielle does not appear thrilled by this. "I gotta get to my shift at the restaurant," she says. "Maybe the security guard will let you in? There's a basketball game at seven, so the school will be open."

"That guard hates me, and I really, really need my phone," Myah says, looking terribly embarrassed by her mistake. "Can you just give me the keys? I don't want you to be late for work. I can drop them off at your house tomorrow."

Danielle hesitates. "Mrs. Rice would kill me if she knew I gave it to you."

"She will never know," Myah promises. "I'll lock everything up."

Will sighs as if Myah is a royal pain in his ass. "I'll make sure she does," he assures Danielle, who, after a second's hesitation, fishes out a keyring with two keys and drops it into Myah's hand.

Myah makes some expression of gratitude, but Danielle is already getting into her car, taking off for her waitressing job. Myah nudges Will with her elbow.

"Not bad, right?"

"You are seriously devious," he says.

"Ever fooled around in a tech booth?"

"You would be my first."

They cross back through the parking lot to the school. Myah tells the security guard they are sticking around for the basketball game until the gym opens. He glances at them, suspicious, but Myah holds up her script from the one-act.

"My brother's just gonna run lines with me while we wait, okay?"

The word brother seems to relax the guard, as if siblings are exempt from the mischief he'd been suspecting them of.

"Okay," he says. "Somebody should be out in a bit to sell tickets."

As soon as the guard returns to his post at the entrance, Myah turns a corner and moves to the auditorium's side door. Will leans against the wall in front of her, screening her from the view of any passersby as she unlocks it. The door clicks open. With a quick glance around to insure no one is watching, Myah slips inside. Will follows, shutting the door behind them.

The auditorium is almost pitch black, with only the exit signs and glowing stage tape to light the way. Will's been to dozens of noisy assemblies and events here, but in this moment it feels completely private.

"Well," Myah says, "we're alone."

He's still feeling keyed up from all the sneaking around, but that simple fact--that he's at last alone with Myah--shifts his focus. He reaches for her in the dark.

"Where you at?"

She grabs the sleeve of his coat. "I'm right here."

Will pulls her close, as close as he can with the thick winter coats between them. "We are wearing way too many clothes," he says, sliding her coat off her shoulders. Maya unzips his coat and tugs the sleeves down as he wriggles free. They are still wearing way too many clothes for Will's taste, but it's one step closer to endgame.

"What will we do now?" Myah asks, her hand toying with the bottom of his shirt.

Will has a condom in his pocket, but he's not sure this is really a sex-for-the-first-time sort of venue. "I don't know," he says. "Gin Rummy?"

Gin Rummy is his mother's game, the one she's always trying to convince them to play on family game nights, even though no one else understands the rules. Myah giggles into Will's neck.

"Once, just once, we should play with her," she says. "You know it would make her--"

She stops speaking when he begins to kiss her. It's a long, deep kiss, like they have all the time in the world. Myah presses closer to him, and they keep kissing. Will can't remember why he avoided kissing her for so long. Now he doesn't want to stop. He wants to kiss her and lay her out and finally get his dick in that pussy.

Myah grasps the waistband of his pants, pulling his hips closer to her own like maybe she's on the same page.

"You're sure nobody will come?" He nibbles on her ear.

"There are no events in here this weekend. We're good."

"What about the custodian?"

She pauses. "I don't know."

"Does he go in the tech booth?"

"No. We'd definitely be alone in there."

They kiss some more in the dark, their hands beginning to creep. Will reaches down the back of her jeans and runs his hands down her ass, which he can still picture vividly from this morning. Myah's fingers stroke the front of his pants, gently teasing his erection. Will cannot believe how fucking lucky he is to be here with this hot and kinky girl. This girl who chose to start her day with his face in her pussy, like he turns her on that much.

"Let's go in the booth," he says.

Myah walks them carefully through the dark to the small booth on the back wall of the auditorium. They climb a few steps, then grope around the door, using the light of Will's phone to locate the keyhole and insert Danielle's key. Finally, Myah jerks the door open and they step inside.

Will's surprised by how small it is. You could fit three people, tops, he thinks, as he nearly trips over a chair.

"Don't touch anything," Myah warns. "The lighting and sound equipment in this booth are worth thousands of dollars, no joke."

She feels along the wall and Will hears the click of a switch. Dim worklights flood the space so that he can see all the consoles and monitors around them. There's a little bit of counter space and two chairs, but the rest of the room is full of equipment he can't even name, much less operate. It's actually a little intimidating.

"Sit," Myah tells him, and so he does.

She climbs atop him, straddling his lap.

"Hi," she whispers, looking down at him. She's wearing a fitted sweater today, and her tits are almost level with his face. Will can't help himself. He lifts her shirt to get a look.

Her bra is the same transparent turquoise lace as her panties from this morning, and he can see her nipples trapped beneath the lace. He runs his thumbs over them, grinning at the way they turn hard at his touch. He peels back the thin cup of her bra. Myah watches as he kisses her nipple with his lips, his tongue. He looks up from her tit and she smiles. He smiles back, his tongue moving to her mouth as his fingers continue to tease her nipples.

Myah eases her body toward his, her legs widening so the crotch of her jeans grazes the nylon fabric covering his dick.

"This would feel a whole lot better if you weren't wearing pants," Will says.

"Say less." Myah slips off his lap and unzips her jeans. She kicks off her sneakers and eases the denim off each leg. It's the second time today Will has watched her pants come off, and though he's slightly terrified of what could happen if the school custodian walks in, the sight of her perfectly round ass cheeks in those little lace panties is more than enough to keep him going.

Still sitting, he grabs Myah by the hips, and rotates her so that her ass is directly in front of him. Will lifts the edge of her panties, giving her a little wedgie so he can see a bare cheek.

Her ass is fucking heavenly, and you'd never even know it from the way she dresses. It's a secret that Will is only too happy to keep to himself.

He draws her towards him and traces his tongue up the curve of her cheek. He's seen people eating ass in porn before and it always seemed nasty, but now--now, he gets it. He would absolutely eat this ass.

Myah has other ideas, however. She bends over, bracing herself with both hands against the counter. "Finger me?"

Will loves this, how she knows what she wants, how she says what she she wants. He doesn't have to guess. He just has to finger her.

He puts his index finger in his mouth, covering it in saliva and then pulls her panties to one side. He slides his wet finger inside her, hooking it slightly, because he's heard that stimulates the g-spot or some shit. His finger moves in and out of her, slowly, so he can see her reaction. His dick is throbbing by now, aching to get into the pussy that is very clearly ready for him.

Myah moves with his hand, and it's beyond sexy, the way her hips and ass lean into his finger. How the hell did she get so confident? he wonders. How is she so sure of her body and what it wants? He wonders fleetingly about that Xander guy, then banishes the thought from his head, focusing instead on the way she's bucking against him.

He keeps finger fucking her for several minutes, fast, then slow again, and she's wet, still into it, but not quite climaxing. Will isn't sure what to do next, how to make her come, but Myah takes matters into her own hands--literally. She reaches down the front of her panties and begins to rub her own pussy.

Will pauses a moment, taking this in, feeling both superfluous and incredibly turned on.

Myah pushes at his hand. "Don't stop," she says, so Will doesn't.

He keeps fingering her, letting her fuck his finger as she plays with herself. It's hotter than any porn he's ever seen, his stepsister getting off in the school tech booth, and Will can no longer hold back. With his free hand, he removes his dick from his pants and begins to stroke himself.

Whatever Myah's doing to herself seems to be working, because her pussy is moving faster, harder against his finger and her eyes have closed, like she's completely lost in what she feels. Her finger works her own clit, and her ass, only partially cosntrained by panties, looks like a work of art. Will resists the urge to lick it, not wanting to interrupt the momentum she's building.

Sure enough, it only takes another minute or two, and then there's a gasp. Myah makes a high-pitched ohhh sound, and then she comes. Will can feel her pussy contracting on his finger, her body spasming against him. She rides his finger until the very end, and then the hand that was working her own pussy falls to her side. Will withdraws his finger, and smooths her panties back in place. Myah sinks forward onto the counter, trying to catch her breath.

He stands up, his dick still out, and puts a hand to her back to hold her steady. "Can I come on you?"

He's a little shocked by the audacity of his own question, but Myah, still drunk on the aftermath of her orgasm, barely registers it.

"Where?"

Will cups her ass cheek. "Right here."

She seems only half aware of what he's asking. "Yeah, okay."

Will tears down her lace panties, leaving them pooled at her ankles and rubs his dick against her ass. It's like the first time she made him come in the kitchen, he thinks, only there's no fabric in the way so this time he can feel and see everything.

And God, he loves what he sees.

Myah bends over further, letting him slide his dick along the crack of her beautiful ass. He is so close to fucking her it's torture, his dick just an inch or two from plunging into her pussy or her asshole. He's so desperate for it now he doesn't care which one.

"I have a condom," he whispers.

"No," Myah says firmly. "On me, not in me."

Will doesn't push the matter. He rubs his dick over her ass and starts to jerk himself off. Myah's ass cheeks squeeze against the head of his cock like they're inviting him in, and he wishes so badly he could push inside her. His dick has been aching for this all day. Instead, he keeps rubbing and sliding himself against her smooth skin. It's not her pussy, but the view is fucking fantastic. After all the damn build up, he doesn't need much.

He comes fast and hard. The climax is intense and longer than usual, like all the sexual tension he's carried throughout the day needs extra time to get out. Will moans softly, his hands shaky as he clutches her. For a few seconds his vision goes cloudy, and then when he returns to himself he sees Myah's ass dripping with jizz.

"Oh shit," he says, laughing. "I got you pretty good."

"Clean it up," Myah says, glancing back at him over her shoulder.

"With what?"

"I don't know. Didn't you have a plan?"

"No." Will looks around for something he can use to wipe her off, but the tech booth is utterly devoid of anything except electronics. "Um... can you just kind of wipe it on your panties?" he asks. "Or your shirt?"

"No." Myah is offended by the suggestion. "You're the one who busted a nut. Clean up after yourself."

"Um..." Will looks down at his own shirt. "I can't walk around wearing something covered in jizz. People will know what it is."

"So lick it up," Myah suggests.

Will wrinkles his nose. "That's nasty."

"Oh, but it's not nasty when you shove your dick in my mouth and dump a load down my throat?"

He laughs. "No. That is sexy."

"Go on," Myah urges, wiggling her ass at him. "It's not that bad. You taste pretty good."

"Ugh. Seriously?" Will hesitates.

"Hurry up! It's dripping, and if it gets on the floor, Danielle will fucking kill me."

Will winces, but he has no better ideas. And Myah's right. He was the one with the brilliant idea to come on her ass instead of, say, in her mouth. He bends down and gives her butt a tentative lick.

"It's thick," he says, making a face.

"Deal with it," she says. "And be quick, I gotta get dressed. It's cold in here!"

"So demanding." Shaking his head, Will licks the puddles of cum off her ass and the small of her back. The back of her shirt got a little splattered, but Will doesn't tell her. Hopefully no one will notice, but if someone does, Myah is quite capable of inventing something. When he's more or less handled the mess, he smacks her ass lightly.

"You're all good."

"Thank you." Myah smiles sweetly at him and bends down to pull up her underwear. At that precise second, Will sees something that makes his heart stop. The exit door at the rear of the stage is opening. A crack of light shines through.

"Fuck!" he gasps. "Custodian!"

Myah moves immediately to the wall and flicks the work lights off. The booth falls into darkness.

"Do you think he saw our light?" Will asks, crouching low on the floor to avoid being visible through the glass windows.

"Probably." She's bumping around the floor, knocking into one of the chairs.

"What are you doing?" Will whispers.

"Putting my fucking pants on!" she hisses. "Where are my shoes?"

Will gropes around in the dark and locates one of her sneakers. He hands it to her, glancing nervously at the door. "Will he come in here?"

"I don't know."

The lights of the auditorium go up suddenly all around them. Will gives her a panicked look.

"Just stay down," she tells him softly. "He can't see us if we stay on the floor."

They wait. After a few minutes, there's the sound of a vacuum going. Will glances over at Myah, who's busy on her phone. He gives her a what the hell are you doing? look and she holds the phone out to him: a string of texts from Michael.

Will you be home for dinner?

Will said you are going out tonight. Who are you with and what time will you be home?

Myah PLEASE RESPOND.

She taps back a reply as the sounds of the vacuum get closer and closer. Will racks his brain wildly for some plausible excuse as to why he would possibly be in an empty lighting booth with his stepsister. In the dark. On the floor. With his finger smelling like pussy.

At least she's wearing pants now, Will thinks. There is at least reasonable doubt in the sexual intentions of two fully clothed individuals. If the guy had seen Will licking cum off his sister's ass a moment earlier, there'd be no coming back from it.

The custodian walks back and forth outside the booth, still vacuuming. Will realizes then that he and Myah left their coats on the floor out there. There's no way the man could miss them. He prays the guy will just assume they were forgotten by two kids at play rehearsal and not two kids who snuck in to fool around.

Go, Will thinks. Get out of here, dude. It's Friday night. No one cares if you cleaned the auditorium.

Eventually, the vacuum goes off, but the lights remain on. Will figures the guy's probably sweeping the stage or something. He waits, hands fidgeting in his lap. Myah looks considerably less stressed about the whole thing than he is. She's probably already come up with some wild explanation for their presence. Will would almost like to see that, her trying to talk her way out of it.

Almost.

The lights go out several minutes later. Will is so relieved he feels like he might break out in a victory dance.

"Oh, thank God."

"Give him a few minutes," Myah says. "If he's cleaning the hall and he sees us come out, we're fucked."

"Can't we use one of the other exits?"

"I promised Danielle I'd lock up. It has to be the door we came in."

They wait a couple minutes, and then Will uses the light of his phone to guide them out of the tech booth. True to her word, Myah locks the booth behind them. They scan the floor halfheartedly for their coats, but the custodian has apparently taken them, probably deposited them at the Lost and Found. They will be coatless for the remainder of the weekend, which, all things considered, seems a remarkably small price to pay.

Myah exits the auditorium first. They both know she's more equipped to handle it if someone sees her, and as a theater kid, she'd look a lot less suspicious. Fortunately, the hall is clear, and Myah motions him out. She locks the door behind them and turns to Will, grinning.

"Executed perfectly," she says.

They high five.

Will exhales deeply and then starts laughing. "How the hell did we pull that off?"

"Which part?" Myah asks.

"All of it! I mean, fuck, if we'd gotten caught..." He doesn't even know how to complete that sentence. The full range of consequences are beyond his comprehension.

They round the corner and join the school's main corridor. The main hallway and entranceway are now busy with people attending the basketball game, so it's easy for the two of them to leave the building unnoticed. Myah follows Will to his car and climbs into the passenger seat.

Will starts the car, trying to get some heat for them both, but he doesn't drive. He needs a minute to let the adrenaline subside.

"God," he says, rubbing his eyes. "I can't believe we did that."

"I can't believe you did that," Myah tells him.

"Me? What did I do?"

She smirks. "Ate your own cum."

"You told me to!" he says defensively.

"I didn't think you'd actually do it."

"Aw, fuck you. I was being a gentleman."

"Don't get me wrong," Myah says. "I was into it."

"Were you?"

"Definitely. It takes a very sexually secure guy to eat his own spunk."

Will can feel himself blushing. "You're so gross."

"Me? I'm gross?"

"Yes!" He's laughing. "You're a dirty little girl."

"Which you kind of love," she says.

"Which I kind of love," he confirms, beginning to pull his car out. "So where are we going?"

"We could go home," Myah says, "and fulfill all your mother's wildest Gin Rummy dreams."

"Yeah, I'm not spending a Friday night with our parents." He frowns. "We're always stuck hanging out at the house. Let's go somewhere."

They both fall silent, trying to think of a place that wouldn't look weird for a brother and sister to go together on a Friday night.

"I'm kinda starving," Myah admits.

"Wanna get dinner?" Will suggests. "We can get Chinese." Chinese is always Myah's pick when they get takeout at home.

"Sure," she says. "Let's go to Tasty Wok."

It's not the closest or best restaurant in the area, but Will assumes that's the point. If they drive the twenty minutes to Tasty Wok, they are unlikely to encounter anyone they know. That feels safer, somehow. Will isn't going to do anything inappropriate in public, but still. There are vibes with him and Myah now. Kayden saw it at school today, and the last thing Will needs is somebody seeing them at dinner and noticing when he checks out her tits or whatever.

So, they drive to Tasty Wok.

Myah turns on some Bad Bunny on the way over, and impresses Will by singing and rapping along in perfect Spanish.

"But how did you learn all the words?" he asks, confounded. "Do you actually know what they mean?"

Myah gives him a funny look. "Um. You do know I speak Spanish."

"Whaaat?" Will gapes at her. "You do not! How?"

"Dude, my Mom's family is Puerto Rican. Didn't you know that? She grew up in New York, but I learned both English and Spanish growing up."

Will didn't actually know this, and he's embarrassed--not for the first time--by how little he knows about her, how little he's asked. "So when you played someone Puerto Rican in the musical--"

"I'm legit half Puerto Rican," she says. "I can't believe you didn't know that. What the fuck did you think I was? Italian?"

He shakes his head. "I never really thought about it. I just figured, you're from California, you have a nice tan."

Myah bursts out laughing. "You are so ethnically clueless."

He throws up his hands. "You and Claudia always talk in English on the phone! How would I know?"

"We use English because her asshole husband is always listening," Myah explains. "He doesn't like when she speaks Spanish, because he doesn't understand it, and he assumes she's talking about him. So she speaks English to keep him happy."

"Damn," Will says. "Red flag."

"No shit."

Will feels her mood shifting at the mention of her mom and the husband, so he tries to shift it back. "Do you miss speaking Spanish?" he asks. Their town is pretty white. There's a decent Indian population, but probably not a lot of Spanish speakers.

"Kind of," she says. "I had a bunch of Mexican friends in Cali who spoke with me. But mostly I miss talking to my mom. It feels... I don't know. Fake, when she's talking to me in English all the time."

There is nothing Will can do to fix Myah's mom or the crappy man she married, and that makes his stomach hurt a little. "I'm sorry, My," he says with real feeling. "I'm sorry she sucks so bad. I wish I could speak Spanish with you."

She smiles slightly. "You take Spanish in school, don't you?"

"I've been taking it since sixth grade," Will admits as he pulls into the lot for Tasty Wok. "But I'm really bad. I sound like the worst gringo ever."

"Háblame en español," she says, and Will's comprehension is at least good enough to know she's asking him to speak Spanish to her.

"No puedo. Mi acento es terible." His clumsy attempt at Spanish only serves to illustrate how shitty his accent really is. He tries to apologize as he parks the car. "Lo siento. Estoy estupido."

"You're using the verb estar to say your're stupid," Myah tells him. "But estar is for temporary states. You want ser. Soy estúpido."

Will smiles at the Spanish grammar lesson, at this girl who knows a whole other language and only outs herself with her flawless performance of Bad Bunny lyrics.

"Are you saying my stupidity is permanent?" he asks.

"'Fraid so, manito."

"You're cute when you teach me Spanish."

"I'm always cute," Myah scoffs. "Now let's go eat."

As they have dinner together, Will has a sense of the unreal, like he's living some other timeline, one in which he and Myah are not related, just dating. They share dumplings and fried rice and a plate of General Tso's. He helps her to refine her chopstick technique. She pours him tea. They talk. The Spanish thing has thrown him, and suddenly he wants to know everything about her, to ask all the questions, so she can't blindside him like that again.

"What do you want to do?" he asks halfway through the meal. "When you're done with school, I mean. You were so good in West Side Story. Are you going to try to be an actor, a singer...?"

"Nah." Myah dismisses the idea immediately. "I'd rather write stuff."

"Write what?"

"Well..." She looks self-conscious. "Xander and I always wanted to write a musical together. He was going to do the music, and I'd do the lyrics and book. We actually finished a couple songs. If I could, that's what I'd do."

"Like Lin Manuel Miranda," Will says, breaking out the single name he knows in musical theater.

"Not like Lin Manuel," Myah says quickly. "I'd need a writing partner. I couldn't do the music all by myself."

"Would you go to school for that?" Will asks.

"Maybe. Berklee in Boston is good," Myah says. "And then Tisch in New York City for grad school. I don't know. I'm not sure I could get in." She stabs a dumpling with a chopstick, utterly bypassing all the lessons he just gave her. "What about you? I mean, I have to ask, why Saint Agnes? I looked it up. It's only ranked like 30-something for D1 Swim."

"It's a good school," Will says. "They have a good Sports Medicine program, they're less than two hours from home, and I liked the campus. And it's a free ride."

Myah rolls her eyes. "The way you swim, you could get a free ride anywhere. Why aren't you going to Stanford or Princeton?"

Will tries to play it off. "Uh... have you seen my reportcards?"

Myah doesn't let him off that easy. "Since when did a Division I school ever give a shit about their athletes' academic prowess? You could go Ivy League if you wanted. So why don't you?"

Will plays with the straw in his water cup, thinking about how to answer. He could keep evading, but Myah knows she's onto something, that he's not being straight with her. Better to just get this conversation over with.

"The Ivies were my Dad's thing," he says finally. "I want my own thing."

At the mention of his dad, Myah goes quiet. Will can see all the questions on her face, the curiosity, the hesitation. He sighs and leans back in the booth.

"You can ask about him," he says. "I can see you want to."

Myah shakes her head. "I don't want to bring up anything that makes you--"

"It's fine," Will says wearily. "I can talk about him. My mom's the one who practically has a nervous breakdown if you mention him."

"Okay." Myah proceeds carefully. "What was your dad like? You said he was an Ivy League guy?"

"Princeton and then Harvard Law, yeah."

"So he was, what? Smart? Successful?"

"Successful?" Will repeats, staring at her. "Come on, My. Don't play dumb. I'm sure Michael's told you all about him."

'

"He told me your dad died," Myah says.

"Died?" Will gives a bitter laugh. "That's a nice way to put it. He hung himself with a bedsheet while he was serving time for embezzlement."

Myah's eyes grow so big Will wonders if Michael really never told her.

"Oh my God," she whispers. "I had no idea. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up."

Will shrugs. "It's not like I was ever close to the guy. My parents split when I was four, and he went to prison when I was seven. By the time he died, I hadn't spoken to him in years. Anyway, I don't want to attend an Ivy. I don't want to run around with the kind of people he ran around with. And I don't want to swim forever."

Myah nods. "You want your own path, I get it." She thinks for a moment, and then exhales. "I can't believe my Dad never told me all that. Poor Laurie."

Will's momentarily annoyed that her sympathies have already shifted to his mother, but in fairness, she's right. Things were much, much worse for his mother, who pretty much spent Will's entire childhood trying to protect him from his father--first, the real physical asshole who lived with them, and later, after the divorce, a more abstract version of him who appeared in the news and made his friends' parents whisper.

"My mom had some bad years," Will concedes. "I was really glad when she met your dad. They were good together."

"Still are," Myah says.

"Yeah." Will massages his head, thinking of these two people who deserve, finally, to be happy. He feels an uneasy pang of guilt, knowing that he and Myah could fuck that all up for them. "You know we can't ever tell them about this," he says. "They absolutely cannot find out."

"Really?" Myah feigns surprise. "I think they'd take it pretty well. I get that my dad's not into the whole idea of his daughter sexually experimenting, but I figure as long as I keep it in the family..."

Will simultaneously laughs and winces, his eyes darting around the restaurant to make sure no one heard. "Seriously," he tells her. "I love Michael, and I love my mom."

"I know," Myah says. "I love them, too." She draws an imaginary line across her mouth. "My lips are sealed."

"Well," Will says with a grin, "let's not seal all your lips."

She raises a delicate eyebrow. "Ooh," she says. "Is that you reserving the right to get up in there?"

He shrugs. "I mean... if I'm invited."

"I don't know." Myah leans across the table, her voice so low only he can hear. "This is a pretty exclusive pussy I've got over here."

"I can handle a dress code."

Myah's lips twitch into a smile. "Glad to hear it."

Will takes a bite of chicken, but he's no longer hungry. Not for food, anyway. How the hell does she do this, pull him so quickly from the gravity of his dad back into wanting her? He studies her face for a moment, amazed it didn't hit him months earlier. The full lips and teasing dark eyes--Myah is hot. Stealthy hot, but hot.

"It's weird, isn't it?" he says. "How we didn't know each other before?"

"It is weird," Myah agrees. "I had this whole version of you in my head, but--it's not who you've ended up being. At least so far."

"I'm sorry I didn't know you're bilingual," Will tells her. "I feel like an asshole. You were literally playing someone Puerto Rican in your show, and I didn't even realize."

She shrugs. "It's okay. You wouldn't know about my mom, unless my Dad mentioned it. Apparently he's not much of a communicator."

"He just doesn't like to talk about your mom."

"Yeah, well, I know the feeling."

"I do actually want to know you, My," he says, but that sounds so serious, so cheesy he has to make a joke of it. "Girl, I want to know you biblically."

Myah nearly spits her tea out. "Wow," she gasps. "You are really ready for a Catholic university next year, huh?"

Will grins, happy to make her giggle. Only now, hearing her easy laugh, does he realize how depressed she must have been when she first arrived to Jersey. She never laughed then. He feels a twinge of regret. Until he saw this other version of her, the real Myah, he thought she was shy and humorless. Now he understands that she was hurting.

After the restaurant, they linger in the car, both trying to avoid going home. It's not even nine yet, so Michael and his Mom will still be awake. Will wants it to stay like this, a night with just the two of them and no pretending for the parents. A night they can slip into a sleeping house and just... let things happen. The car, though, is cold, and the fact that neither one of them has a winter coat doesn't help.

Will drives reluctantly back to their house.

The parents are in bed watching some random New Zealand crime drima when they get back. Myah and Will check in to let them know they're home. Their arrival together requires a little explanation, which Myah readily supplies. Will, she tells them, left his hangout early in order to pick her up from a friend's house. It was just so nice of him. Will manages to keep a straight face as Michael thanks him profusely.

"It's really great to see you helping her out with all these rides," Michael says. "Especially this morning. I know she made you late."

Will thinks of the ride she took this morning on his face before school. "I'm happy to give her a ride any morning she needs one," he says, glancing at Myah.

"I know she appreciates it," Michael says. "Right, baby girl?"

"I do," Myah tells Will, her face betraying nothing but sincerity. "And honestly, I'd rather get a ride with you than drive myself."

Will has to bite his cheek to keep from laughing. "I mean, I'd like to think I'm a better driver," he says.

"You are," Michael says, oblivious to the conversation they are having. "I get very nervous about her driving. I'm not sure she can handle herself. So, Will, if you're available--"

"If I'm available for a ride, I'll do it," Will promises.

"Will actually let me drive a little today," Myah says innocently. "I wasn't that bad. I thought I handled myself pretty well."

Will thinks of Myah playing with herself in the tech both and almost chokes. "You did," he says. "You handled yourself really well. I was actually impressed."

"Sounds like you two are a good team," Will's mom says happily, as they both retreat into the hallway. "Good night, guys!"

They head downstairs, both covering their mouths to hold in peals of laughter. When they finally get to the basement out of parental earshot, they lose it.

"Oh my God," Myah says, wiping her eyes. "My dad just asked you to give me a ride. I can't, I just can't."

"He doesn't think you can handle yourself," Will snickers. "Oh Michael, you have no idea." He lifts her chin and gives her a look of mock concern. "What do you think, baby girl? Do you need a ride?"

"Well, the orgasm count now stands at four to three," Myah says. "And it's still your lead, so... yeah. Yeah, I think I need one."

"What if I need one, too?" Will asks.

"Then you, my friend, will remain in debt."

"I can live with that."

They tumble back onto the couch, Myah atop him. They kiss for a few minutes, eager, rushed kissing that feels like a prelude to fucking. Before Will knows it, they're grinding against each other, dry humping until he has to stop her.

"I'm gonna come in my pants if you keep that up," he breathes.

"Better than on my butt."

Will squeezes her ass through her jeans. "I liked coming on your butt. I just didn't love the clean up."

"We should turn on the TV," Myah says, rolling off him and reaching for the remote. "Plausible deniability just in case someone comes downstairs." She selects a baking show, and he makes a face.

"No one would ever believe I'd watch that," he says.

"With my civilizing influence? Yes, they would."

"You really think they'll come down here?"

"Doubtful," Myah says. "But if they do..."

"Yeah." Will gets it. He doesn't want Michael to come down and see what kind of ride he's been giving Myah. On the other hand, the parents do seem pretty wrapped up in their show. And he's dying to get Myah naked...

He reaches into his pocket, feeling for the condom he grabbed before leaving the house this morning.

Nothing.

For a brief moment, Will's afraid it might've fallen out somewhere his mom or Michael will find it. As he mentally sorts through the morning, though, he realizes it was never in his pants. He stuffed it into his coat pocket on the way out--the coat confiscated by the custodian at school.

Fuuuck.

It's not the end of the world. He has more condoms in his room upstairs. If they just wait a little until Michael and his mom are asleep, they can head upstairs and he can finally fuck her.

That proves a lot harder to execute than he initially thought. Waiting, it turns out, is not something that comes easy to him where Myah is concerned. Curled up together on the couch under a big fuzzy blanket, they can't stop touching each other. As they half-watch a bunch of bakers ice lopsided cakes, Will's fingers slip under her shirt, idly teasing her nipple. Myah traces the fingers of his other hand, occasionally sucking one. He strokes her thigh, and then she's sliding a hand beneath his shirt to touch his nipples and suddenly they are lying together on the couch again, kissing.

Myah's fingers play with the waistband of his pants, and his dick strains hopefully toward her, begging for release. The layers of clothing that separate them are unbearable.

"Can I take off your shirt?" he whispers.

She pauses and listens intently. There's dead silence except for the television, no footsteps on the main floor or anything to indicate the presence of a parent.

"Okay," she says, and lifts her arms so he can tug off her sweater. "If anybody comes, make sure I'm under the blanket."

"They won't come," Will says, but he tucks her discarded sweater under a pillow so it's out of sight but still within reach.

The sight of Myah in that transparent bra kills any remaining thoughts Will had of waiting. He pulls her in his lap, kissing all her bare skin, licking at her tits through the lace. Myah guides his mouth back to hers, and their kissing is so slow and sexy Will can't help himself: they're dry humping again within minutes.

He closes his eyes. "We seriously have stop that," he pants. "It feels too good."

He hooks his thumbs in the belt loops of her jeans. "Can I take off your pants?"

Myah gives him a quizzical look. "I'm not having sex with you down here."

He rolls her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "You could just leave your panties on."

She considers this, apparently weighing the risks. Horniness wins. "Aw, fuck it. Fine." She begins to undo her pants. "But next time I get you in your underwear."

Will grins at the mention of a next time. "Deal."

He watches her remove her pants, enjoying the view of her body. The turquoise lace covers her tits and ass, but he can still see everything beneath, the killer curves, dark nipples, the V between her legs, the flare of her hips, and that cute fucking belly button.

"How are you so freaking sexy?" he marvels, incredulous that he lived with her for months, oblivious. "You always wear these big sweatshirts, and you're hiding this? What the hell?"

She smiles. "Maybe I don't want to be noticed for just my body."

"It's not the only thing I notice about you," he says.

"I didn't mean you." She grins. "I'm good if you just focus on my body."

"In that case..." He grabs her by the waist and impulsively buries his nose between her thighs, inhaling her.

Myah giggles, but doesn't push him away. "Why are you always sniffing me, you perv?"

"I like how you smell." He kisses the strip of panties between her thighs. "Quiero comer tu." He's trying to say he wants to eat her, but from the way she starts laughing, he didn't get it quite right.

"Quiero comerte toda," she corrects him.

"You do?" Will says, sitting up. "Okay, have at it." He gestures to his dick, and she shoves him playfully.

"Your Spanish is legit terrible," she says. "American in the worst way."

"You'll have to teach me," he says. "Public school Spanish is clearly not enough. I think I need private tutoring."

"You do," she says.

"Honestly, I'd be more motivated to learn from an instructor who has sucked my dick," Will says. His tongue finds its way inside her mouth before she can retort.

Will moves on top of her, and her legs spread for him. He tugs down the front of his athletic pants. His dick is covered now only by his boxer briefs. He rubs it between her thighs, and the knowledge of how close they are to fucking turns him on almost as much as the feel of her against him.

"Will? You down there?"

His mother's voice floats down the stairs.

Will does an Olympic-worthy vault off the couch, pulling his pants up as he stands. His head snaps toward the stairs as he hears the sound of footsteps coming down to the basement. He sits quickly, maximizing his distance from Myah, and pulls his shirt down over his pants, hoping to make his rock hard dick a little less glaring.

He looks to Myah and sees that she's wrapped herself and any stray clothing under the blanket. She sits with her knees tight against her chest. Will's sure it must be obvious she is practically naked under there. Her feet and ankles poke out the bottom, agonizingly bare.

"Oh, you're both here," his mother says as she arrives at the bottom of the steps. "What are you watching?"

"The Great British Bake Off," Myah says. "Want to join us?"

Will can't believe the request. They need to get rid of his mother, not invite her to hang. What the hell is wrong with Myah?

"Oh, I love that show," Will's mom exclaims, sitting down on the couch between them. "When I first met your Dad, Myah, I thought he looked a little like Paul Hollywood."

Myah chuckles convincingly. "Yeah, they both have that silver fox thing going on."

"I can't believe you got Will to watch. I've been trying for years."

"I may have bribed him," Myah says.

"With what?"

"Cream pie," Myah says seriously, and Will dies a thousand deaths in that moment, unable to believe the balls on this girl. "There's a banana cream pie recipe by Emeril I've been wanting to try."

"Oh! Wow!" Will's mom glances at him, but he can't meet her eyes. "Are those hard to make?"

"If you make your own crust, yes," Myah says. "But Will said he's never tried a cream pie, so I figure I'll give it a shot." She glances at Will for confirmation and he nods, unable to meet her eyes lest he dissolve in nervous giggles.

Myah isn't wrong here. He's never had a cream pie in his life, neither of the dessert nor the unprotected, cum-dripping sex variety.

"I figured I can sit through a few episodes of Bake Off for that," he says.

This is supreme understatement. He would sit through every episode of Bake Off ever if it meant he got to creampie Myah.

"You have to help, though," Myah tells him. "I can't make it completely by myself."

"Yeah, okay," Will says.

"Well, I love that she's getting you in the kitchen," Will's mom says brightly. "You should indulge in dessert a little more often." She turns to Myah. "Usually he's so careful with what he eats."

"He ate a lot today," Myah offers, her gaze catching Will's in a way that makes it utterly impossible for him to think about anything but eating her pussy.

"I'm actually still hungry," Will tells her.

Something flickers on his mother's face, and Will's heart stops. They've gone too far, he realizes. She can feel something about this conversation is off.

"What did you eat today?" his mother asks, her smile tightening.

Myah, too, senses their misstep and takes immediate defensive maneuvers. "He had like three platefuls of Chinese for dinner." She gives his mother a significant look. "I think someone was eating their feelings."

The misdirect works like a charm. His mother goes from suspicious to concerned in the blink of an eye. "Uh oh. Is everything okay?"

There is a long silence as Will scrambles for an answer. Myah casts him a reproachful look. "You should just tell her, Will."

"I don't..." He glares at Myah, no clue what plan she's executing.

"He and Nikki broke up," Myah announces, the good little sister tattling on her brother.

Will never told his mother about Nikki because he never tells his mother anything. He can see, though, how the release of information here is strategically sound. The time Myah has been spending with him now looks like a sister comforting her newly dumped brother. And by spilling the tea on Will's love life, Myah has become totally trustworthy in his mother's eyes, an ally, not a potential brother-fucker.

"Oh honey, I'm sorry. Breakups are hard." Will's mother pauses. "Maybe it's for the best, though, with you going away to school." Will's well aware the woman has always hated Nikki, but she's doing an admirable job trying to hide it.

"She cheated on him," Myah whispers, like Will can't hear, and suddenly his mom is going off.

"Are you kidding me? That cheap little--she thought she could do better than you? She was going nowhere, Will, but you--you have a wonderful life ahead of you. Do not give that girl another thought. I'm sure you'll meet someone special at Saint Agnes. Really."

Will tries to convey angst. "Can we not talk about this, Mom?"

Myah and his mother exchange private glances that he pretends not to see, and then his mother stands up. "I should get to sleep, anyway. I just wanted to remind you to turn off all the lights when you come up for bed. Will, if you want to talk, you know I'm here." She gives Myah a hair ruffle before leaving, and Will swears she mouths the words Thank you to her.

They listen to her moving around upstairs for a couple minutes, and then the house goes quiet. Myah drops the blanket from her shoulders and flops back on the couch, gloriously half-naked. The cool air makes her nipples poke out from beneath her lace bra.

"Well," she says extending a leg into his lap, "that went well."

Will closes his eyes and takes a breath, willing his heart to slow down. "You," he says, jabbing a finger at her bare knee, "are a menace."

"Me?" She gives him puppy eyes.

"What the actual fuck, Myah? A creampie? My mother is not that naive. I'm sure she's heard of creampies."

"It doesn't matter how naive your mother is," Myah yawns. "It's how naive she thinks I am. And Laurie thinks I'm pretty freaking innocent, let me tell you."

Will snorts. "I don't know why she'd think that."

"You thought that, a couple months ago," Myah points out, and Will has to admit she's right.

"It's because you're a master manipulator," he says, moving to kiss the inside of her thigh. "No matter how dicey things get, you never break a sweat. I swear you've got ice in your veins."

"Eighteen years of dealng with my mother will do that to a person," Myah says.

Will crawls up the length of her body, letting the bulge of his dick settle between her legs. "So about that creampie..."

"I already told you," Myah says between kisses, "you are not getting up in there tonight."

"Okay." Will's voice is husky in her ear. "Then what do you want me to do to you?"

He has never asked a girl this before. Not Nikki, not Asha. Not the girls he's hooked up with--Val, Chelly, Tatyana--or that Julie girl he lost his virginity to right before he and Nikki started dating. He didn't ask because he didn't think these girls could answer. Asha was too embarrassed by her body to know what it wanted. Nikki didn't want much of anything, as far as he could tell. Girls he hooked up with never seemed to have specific desires. They just sort of followed his lead and eventually told him no, not that.

Myah is the only girl he's ever been with who seems to really want things, the only one with the confidence to say what those things are. So Will asks. He asks her what she wants.

In response, she pulls down his pants, and wraps her legs around his waist. Her hands clutch his ass, pulling him towards her as she begins to grind against his boxer briefs.

"I want this," she whispers.

"Go easy," he says. "I don't want to make a mess all over myself."

"I like when you make a mess." She's still grinding against his dick.

"My." He puts a hand between them. "You gotta stop."

"Pretty please? You feel so good."

He peers down at her. "Are you begging me?"

"You want me to beg?"

"Yeah, I kinda do."

Myah reaches up and peels off his shirt, her fingers sliding across his nipples. "I can do that." She assumes a Helpless Little Girl voice. "Please," she says, biting her lip theatrically. "Please, Mr. Sexy Swim God with the abs of steel, I'm begging you. Please rub your dick on me until I come."

Will grins. "Well, since you asked nicely."

He rubs himself between her thighs, his dick doing its absolute best to burst through his boxers and the insubstantial fabric of Myah's panties to reach her wet little pussy. Their bodies move back and forth, back and forth, the friction exquisite.

"That feels really, really good," she whispers, her fingers digging into his ass cheek.

Her eyes flutter shut and her breath catches with each stroke. Watching her hips sync with his, Will feels powerful like he's never felt.

He can get her off. He can make this girl feel pleasure over and over again--he's already done it twice today.

The thought brings him close to the edge. He shifts his weight, balancing on his forearms to slow down his pace and help him last longer. Will watches her face, relishing how each painstaking movement of his dick across the crotch of her panties affects her.

She draws in a breath, and holds it for several seconds. When she at last breathes out, it's a quiet whimper. She raises her hips and ass higher to meet him, and he thinks how if they were fucking, that would get him deeper, deeper inside her.

"I want to fuck you so bad," he whispers.

Myah's barely breathing now, and he knows that means she's close. He follows her lead, letting her greedy hips set the pace, letting her adjust ever-so-slightly beneath him, until it's exactly right for her. She moans something that sounds like there, and then her face starts to contort into that look of not-quite-pain. She doesn't make a sound as she flails helplessly against his dick.

Myah comes for the third time that day, her fingers grasping his ass so hard, Will wonders if tomorrow he'll have bruises. He hopes so. What could be a better souvenir of this day than fingerprints left as Myah comes for her third time?

Knowing she's been satisfied, Will abandons all self-control. He pushes up her bra so he can see her tits jounce, and lets his dick find that incredible, soaring high. It doesn't take long. He pulls back from Myah as his cock pumps the inside of his boxers full of cum.

A little gross, but better than eating it.

They stretch out on the couch together. Will lies behind her in his sticky mess, his hand resting on her hip as they face the television. The bakers are being judged for their cakes. One of them looks ready to cry because she didn't get a good bake. Will has never in his life related less to someone. He pulls the blanket over them, gathering the heat of their bodies.

Five to four, he thinks. His work is not yet done.

He's suddenly very aware of his hand on her hip. It would be easy to finger her like this, to just reach between her thighs and...

"You want to try to even the score?" he asks.

She yawns. "I'm not a freaking robot. I need a little recovery time." Her voice sounds sleepy and content. "Give me fifteen minutes."

Will watches the television, where someone's multi-tiered cake is about to collapse. He closes his eyes, lulled by voices calmly discussing cooling times. Without meaning to, he falls asleep.